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realityshifted2010-07-17 02:19 pm
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[The Doctor, oblivious to the resistance his self is organising, is sitting on the Plane with a cup of tea. He's glad he seems to be alone, for the moment, because he has plenty to brood think about -- and thinking is a bit difficult when your mind's in a drugged haze. Again.
This time, he's chosen the Plane's snow-covered hills for his recovery spot, though he doesn't seem bothered by the snow, or the cold.]
This time, he's chosen the Plane's snow-covered hills for his recovery spot, though he doesn't seem bothered by the snow, or the cold.]

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So we got to a fifth world war? I hope I don't live to see that.
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{She looks at the Doctor} Sister Saya wants to kill me. And more than anyone else, she can. Her blood is poison to me, just like mine is poison to her.
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To prove her existence. Sister is the one that named me and let me out of the tower, and I killed lots of people at Joel's party because I didn't know any better. So for almost three hundred years, Saya has been chasing me to kill me. Well, she was. The first time I died, Saya's blood killed me.